The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Chapter One Rolf Klein’s fingers, slick with the grease of the coal tipple, tightened around the brass frame until his knuckles turned white. The wake-up whistle shrieked from the camp, a sound that split the air and the snow simultaneously, driving the slush into the cellar doors. He was running. His boots slipped on the frozen mud, but he did not stop. He held the golden mirror up to the grey...

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